The Romantic Pact (Kings of Football) by Meghan Quinn

Author:Meghan Quinn [Quinn, Meghan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-12-09T18:30:00+00:00

“Do you think you are ready to spar?” Jörg, our instructor, asks.

“Oh, I’m so ready.” Hazel lifts her mask and shakes her head, pushing some stray hair out of her face.

I bet she’s ready. Ever since she was handed her foil, she’s been itching to hit the mats and have a “whack” at me. Jörg has had to remind her a couple times that you don’t whack in fencing, but rather, you lunge.

She continues to say whack, and frankly, it’s concerning.

During practice, I was impressed with how quick she was. I thought I’d be lighter on my feet, but for some reason, I’m dragging today. I don’t know if it’s because my head isn’t in it again or what, but I am not having an easy time.

“Yeah, we can give it a go,” I say, hearing trepidation in my voice.

“Are you scared, Crew?”

Yes.

“Pfft, no. Remember what I said in the hotel? I’m going to destroy you.”

“We do not destroy in fencing,” poor Jörg says.

“Yes, we lunge to death,” Hazel says, fixing her mask back on her head, giving herself a good pat on the top of her head.

I’m pretty sure Jörg is ready for this lesson to be over, so instead of correcting Hazel, he steps between us, and lacking luster, he says, “En garde.”

Hazel and I both raise our foils into position. I can’t see her eyes through the mesh of the mask, but I know if these were clear windows, I’d see utter determination. Hazel has always been tenacious— in everything we’ve done together—especially if she felt as though I had the upper hand. Little does she know, I don’t feel confident in my skills as a fencer at all.

Not when I keep getting flashes of her in a white wedding gown.

“Allez,” Jörg says, and before I know it, Hazel lunges at me, poking me dead-on in the crotch. Thankfully, I’m wearing protective gear, so I don’t crumble in pain. What the hell?

“Oh God, I got you in the manhood. Are you okay?” Hazel asks as Jörg offers her a point.

I hold my hand up and nod. “Yeah, just caught me by surprise is all. Nothing is damaged. Maybe aim higher next time.”

“Sorry.” She chuckles. “You’re just so tall. Your penis is at lunge level.”

“Lucky me.” I stand and shake out my limbs.

“You ready?” Jörg asks. I nod and so does Hazel. “En garde.” We get into position. “Allez.”

Once again, Hazel lunges, and her foil hits my inner thigh with a double jab to my crotch.

“Jesus,” I mutter, bending over.

“Point Miss Hazel.”

“Did I get you in the junk again?”

I’m curled over slightly as I nod at her. “Yeah.”

“Does it hurt?”

“No.” I shake my head, even though the jab to the inner thigh was definitely surprising. “Just making sure everything is in place.”

“Okay, well, I’m ready when you are.”

“Yeah, I’m ready.” Focus, Smith. Allez means go, that’s when you’re supposed to lunge, not just stand there and let her continue to poke you in the dick.

“En garde.” We get into position, and I swear, I catch a glimpse of a smile on Hazel’s face through all the mesh.

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